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My Blood

My Blood Splendid soldier you I'm merely your descendant barely fit to footstep follow I'm discipled , My kindred hero Foreign soils desperately dank Churchillian's major tactical outflank Death by bulleted blight Bastard German bight Evil eradication in Holland's nether land Liberation free , Guaranteed Twas his life he gave Home to a war hero's grave Death knell to heroic soldier blue And maybe I'm a tad bitter 'tis true My Blood lost his life to a gameplan After all what's a medal without the man Martyn Grindrod My tribute to my Grandad William Fred Grindrod 20/12/1918 - 30/11/1944 Who would have been 100 years old today.

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